The four words casually seemed to be explaining to her.

He bent down and whispered to her, "Lift your feet." ”

Listening to his words, Song Wanyue's expression was slightly better.

Although she is squeamish, she is also easy to coax.

Although he didn't know Duan Baiting's intentions, he obediently raised his foot by one.

She had poor balance, and she was afraid that she would fall, so Duan Baiting put one hand around her waist, and the free hand took off her shoes for her.

Looking at the length of the heel, I don't know how she walked so far in these shoes.

"It doesn't hurt?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "It hurts." ”

He went to take off another one for her: "I know it hurts, but I still wear it." ”

She blinked, and her expression was sincere and cute: "Because it's good-looking, it also shows long legs." ”

She added, "Although my legs themselves are very long. ”

Song Wanyue has always been obsessed with her height, and her dream when she was a child was to grow to 1.7 meters.

But who knew that after reaching 1.62 meters, it would not move.

Although her figure is well proportioned, her legs are long and thin, but height is always a pain for her.

With both shoes off, she frowned, disgusted with dirty floors.

Stepping on his leather shoes: "My stockings are expensive. ”

Although his leather shoes are significantly more expensive.

A person in power who is usually so high up that he is somewhat unkind will acquiesce to being stepped on his shoes barefoot.

The tone also revealed a vague helplessness: "Squeamish." ”

Song Wanyue leaned on his shoulder, quite arrogant: "My mother said that girls just have to be squeamish." ”

She was spoiled and did not suffer a little.

Therefore, I can't stand the slightest grievance.

Fortunately, the corridor is secluded, not many people pass by, and the lights are dim.

Duan Baiting carried her into the elevator and pressed the minus one floor.

Song Wanyue put her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and watched the floor slide down.

The stockings she cherished so much pulled out at some point, revealing a crack.

The white leg flesh looms.

Duan Baiting's gaze was on it: "I didn't finish my words just now, if I drink with other women, what will happen to you?" ”

His tone was light, as if he was just asking casually, and it didn't matter if she answered or not.

Song Wanyue left his shoulder, came face to face with him, and looked into his eyes.

She was very good at showing weakness in front of him, and at the moment she lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly: "I will cry." ”

The distance was so close, her eyes were clear and clear, and Duan Baiting could even see herself clearly in her eyes.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened.

He also looked away and carried her out of the elevator.

He laughed coldly: "You can talk and laugh with other men, so I can't drink with others?" ”

Song Wanyue understood the meaning of his words.

"It was that person who kept pulling me to talk about things, and I only came back out of politeness." She put her arms around his neck and rubbed his face, her voice suffocating, "He doesn't look as good as you by one-ten-thousandth, so I won't think crookedly about him." ”

These words seemed to satisfy him, and Duan Baiting's face softened slightly.

But he still didn't give up: "If you catch up with one in 10,000 of me, you will have a crooked mind?" ”

Talking to him is like playing psychological warfare, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be manipulated.

Song Wanyue knew that she couldn't play him.

Just pretend to be sick.

Leaning on his shoulder and humming, dizziness for a while, stomach ache for a while.

Duan Baiting felt that she was more like a dog than a cat.

There is no cat in the world who is so spoiled as her.

Carrying her into the car, Song Wanyue saw that her stockings had broken open.

She said distressedly that it was only the first time she wore it.

The night in Bojiang City was very cold, and she wore very little today.

Duan Baiting asked the driver to turn up the temperature of the car, and the seats began to heat up.

Song Wanyue took off her stockings from top to bottom, and the red marks on her white and delicate feet were still there.

Next time, I won't wear such a high heel.

When the car passes through a fork in the road, stop and wait for a red light.

Duan Baiting's eyes swept over her ankles.

It has changed from redness to redness and swelling.

He sometimes didn't know if it was the difference between the physique of men and women, or if Song Wanyue was born much more delicate than ordinary people.

The slightest bump can leave a lasting mark on her.

He naturally held her foot and placed it on his lap, his fingertips against the red and swollen area, and slowly rubbed it to remove the swelling: "What did you talk to that person about just now?" ”

His actions made Song Wanyue stunned.

I was not grateful to Dade for being such a high-ranking person as him, who actually took the initiative to press her feet.

Instead, he put the other leg on it quite enjoyably.

"Didn't talk about anything."

The red light at the intersection is very short, only fifteen seconds.

After Song Wan finished speaking, the red light turned green, and the driver restarted the car.

The Aston Martin is like a formidable bird of prey in the jungle, and cars on the road avoid it.

Lest there be a small collision.

One headlight alone is enough to buy their entire car.

Regarding her perfunctory answer, Duan Baiting just gave a faint low "um" and did not ask any more questions.

His massage technique is not professional, and he does it not often at first glance.

But he paid extra attention, so he didn't hurt her, but he was quite comfortable.

After pressing the left foot and changing to the right foot, the stockings on that leg have not yet been taken off.

Duan Baiting glanced at her.

Song Wanyue was so sleepy that she yawned and didn't bother to do it herself.

"You help me take it off."

He didn't move, his eyes sank.

Seeing that she was still still, he patted her with the back of his hand on her leg.

The implication is obvious, either take it off yourself or let it go.

Song Wanyue sat up and hugged him: "Then don't press it, it won't hurt very much anyway, it's just swollen for a few days at most." ”

She didn't seem to care at all, didn't care about his cold behavior, didn't care about the ankle injury.

The vivid and beautiful face was close to him, and the clear eyes were full of smiles.

The long hair was a little messy, and a strand hung down.

I can clearly see the pretentious disguise in her eyes, and I can also see through her clumsy acting skills.

Duan Baiting sighed silently and pushed the strand of hair that hung down behind her ear for her.

His hand lifted the hem of her skirt and reached for the thick edge of the stockings.

Reach in with your fingertips and peel it off from the skin that is clinging to it.

His body temperature was slightly cold, and Song Wanyue snorted uncontrollably.

She leaned on his shoulder with disgust: "Take it off lightly, the stockings are easy to rot, don't hook this one." ”

Duan Baiting's eyes were slightly dark, and his throat was astringent for no reason.

Iron it up with your palm and push it down little by little.

Until the stockings are out of the instep, gently rebound.

He folded the stockings he had taken off and set them aside, then massaged her red and swollen left foot.

Song Wanyue belongs to the kind of people who can afford to put it down, with hard bones, but not so hard.

She bows her head when she should bow her head, and she is softer than anyone else when she should be soft.

She can get through the cracks.

Therefore, she and Duan Baiting can be regarded as complementary in a sense.

He was gloomy and cold, his emotions were not exposed, and his sense of boundaries was so clear that he was almost cold-blooded.

When you have value and can create benefits for him, he can also show three points of friendship to you.

The rest of the time, indifference is alike.

Only in front of Song Wanyue.